Forward?

Geez. After all of that build up, I was certain I was gonna get called out. I'm such a fucking Chicken; I could have easily said something and I let the Moment pass again. 'Too damn hard right now to straightforwardly piss someone off. I love my Good Sport. He's "it". I'm reasonably certain that he's my Last Love. We're setting a very healthy pace at this point…

So. If you and I are close and you DON'T know about any of this, then I'm truly sorry. Call me out and tell me you hate me if you need to...